1 My Lord has garments so wondrous fine,
And myrrh their texture fills;
Its fragrance reached to this heart of mine,
With joy my being thrills.
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woe,
Only his great eternal love
Made my Savior go.
2 His life had also its sorrows sore,
For aloes had a part;
And when I think of the cross he bore,
My eyes with teardrops start. [Refrain]
3 In garments glorious he will come,
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heavenly home,
To dwell forevermore. [Refrain]